The condition of the little fat man should be that the pain nerve is dead. Not dead, but mostly dead.

I heard that when practicing martial arts such as iron sand palms, every time you practice palms, you have to rub an ancestral medicinal wine. Promote blood circulation and eliminate blood stasis, otherwise the palm of the hand will be wasted. The Gongsun clan apparently also has a secret recipe. This is also what she said, the transformation of sword style to sword fighting.

In the past, it was fencing, and later it was fencing.

Therefore, Gongsun wanted to burn the pain nerves in his body. Fencing later, some skin injuries that were not tightened could no longer affect him.

The little fat man slept for three days. He opened his eyes with bared teeth and faced two beautiful faces. On the left is the mother, and on the right is the master. No, eldest sister Gongsun.

"What do you think?" The Mother spoke first.

"It's not itchy anymore." The little fat man grinned. Only then did I realize that from top to bottom, the whole person was wrapped like a zongzi.

Gongsun on the right, after carefully checking the pulse, also put his mind at ease: "Madame, relieved, the younger brother is indeed fine." ”

The little fat man obviously understood: "Mother, I'm fine. Sister Gongsun is for my good, don't blame my mother. ”

"Known for motherhood." The mother held back the tears and gently brushed her head away. The pain can't help it. Mother and son depend on each other, and now the days will improve, how can the mother be hit by this again?

In the mother's heart, it doesn't matter whether the little fat man is a genius or a unicorn boy. Peace is the greatest happiness.

However, in troubled times, where does peace and happiness come from without stunts?

Hearing that the little fat man was sick, the brothers in the clan came to visit. Several clan uncles and even the old patriarch came.

Seeing a strange female companion sitting beside her mother, everyone was quite surprised. asked Fang Zhi to be Liu Bei's mentor. He also said that the two sisters and brothers were commensurate. Anyway, the little fat man has nothing to do.

The Liu clan in Lousang Village has long regarded the little fat man as the greatest hope for achieving the great cause of restoration. What's more, Liu Bei swore to the sky that day, and sooner or later he would be reinstated. Such a unicorn, the old and young in the clan regard it as a treasure, and there must not be the slightest mistake.

I heard that it was for fencing, and the old patriarch was relieved.

On the way of the sword, the old patriarch seems to have heard of it!

Hearing what the old patriarch said, everyone dispersed one after another.

The crowd was relieved. The little fat man knows that he is suffering.

The body is crusted and cannot be moved. At least it will crack, and at worst it will die. Let the mother use Huzi and Xingqing to catch feces and urine every day, and the little fat man can't bear it. Slightly able to move, he got up straight, got out of bed by himself, and moved to the backyard step by step.

The mother was also tired and slept deeply. There was no surprise. Gongsun was in the front yard room again, and he didn't notice it.

The toilet light is on.

A female assassin with sleeves, leggings, black scarf and a black scarf, wearing a night robe, holding a cold knife in her hand, and her pretty face was frosty: "Do you want to kill or chop, or stab you to death with a sword?" ”

The little fat man, who really didn't dare to move, lightly raised his eyes: "You are also an expert in playing with knives, how can you not know?" "Besides, are you sure you can beat it?

"Of course it's different." The female assassin was still angry: "Sister, I am taking medicine and falling asleep, and then I will do this paralyzing technique." How can someone like you, knocked over alive and turned into a dead fish? ”

The little fat man who really couldn't turn over "......" was speechless: "Let it go." ”

It was easy to move to the toilet, but I found that my hands and feet were tied, and I didn't listen to the call at all.

"Why don't you ......" The voice behind him made the two people in the thatched house stunned.

Fortunately, the little fat man is young. The female assassin who treated him as a younger brother, and when she thought about it, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Without waiting for the little fat man's approval, he leaned in.

"Or ...... me" The fledgling tightened, and the victory was in his hands.

After the swaying pee, the worry has not happened.

Lucky!

What a blessing......

You don't look at how old you are, okay?

When he was about to shake, he sent the chicks into the nest.

“…… Thanks a lot. "It's come to this, and the little fat man has nothing to say. Hey, isn't this just the legendary helplessness of the chicken?

"By the way, the last time you said Fujue, I asked, it's feasible." After arranging the placket of the little fat man, the female assassin said, "My father knows some friends in the palace. ”

"Eunuchs?" The little fat man blurted out.

The female assassin sneered, "Just your sharp teeth." A eunuch is a eunuch, and he has to be called a eunuch. ”

"It's all the same anyway." Only then did the little fat man react that eunuchs were not the current name. This title should be shelved in the Ming Dynasty.

"It's just that you're too young. If you want to be reinstated, you need to bribe a lot of money......"

Has the sale of the official mantle begun?

In other words, selling official beards really has a long history. It was not created by the Han Dynasty.

The earliest can be traced back to the Qin Dynasty. According to the "Historical Records of Qin Shi Huang", in the fourth year of Qin Shi Huang, "locusts came from the east, covering the sky, and the world was plagued; The people are a thousand stones, and they are at the first level." That is to say, for every thousand stone of grain paid by the people, they can be awarded a first-class title, and the court will sell the lord for disaster relief. During the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, due to the emptiness of the treasury due to years of foreign conquests, the imperial court decided that those who paid money and grain could obtain official titles or atonement for their sins. After the Qin and Han dynasties, if there was a financial crisis, some dynasties would also generate income by selling official positions.

It's just that I don't know a pavilion, how much is the price?

"There's no urgency." The little fat man didn't want to stand in line so early. The gun shoots the first bird. The name of Qilin'er has spread far and wide. If you make any more moths, I'm afraid of more trouble! None of this until he is capable of protecting himself and his mother!

Sooner or later, he will be restored. Sooner or later, there's no hurry.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, the female assassin was not reluctant: "In this case, I will go back first." You take care of your injuries. ”

"No." The breeze was blowing, and he was the only one left in the hut.

It's hard to stretch your feet, but the pedal is not strong.

"You owe me a jar ......of water, ahhhh

In June of the tenth year of Yanxi, the first year of Yongkang was changed.

The little fat man, covered in blood scabs, can finally get out of bed. It was as if a python had molted its skin, and it didn't leave a trace of scars all over its body. To say that these lost 'skills' of the ancients are indeed wonderful.

"Come on." Yesterday was good, and today I wanted to be lazy, but I was unexpectedly blocked in front of the bed by the grandson of the little fat man's family as his own. Broadsword and thin sword, one right and one left, placed on the side of the couch.

Holding it in both hands, the momentum that arises spontaneously makes Gongsun Shi, who is known as a sword master, can't help but light up his beautiful eyes.

"Come!" With a low shout, the sword in his right hand whistled out!

The mother, who was busy in the kitchen, smiled when she heard it. I couldn't help humming a song......

In this era of heroes, Qilin'er, who bears the fate of the entire clan, can't be lazy.

Not to mention stealing half a day's leisure.

The schedule should be as full as it gets, as full as it gets.

Endorsement literacy, drawing a bow and practicing swords. In the morning and evening, I have to ride a horse and walk a corner. Every once in a while, I have to eat some strange organs.

Whenever I think about it, a night talk with a female assassin is a rare time that belongs only to him!

The only good news is that Zhang Xiaopang is also unharmed.

The Zhang family, who had sucked the whole golden bear bile, walked like a bell. The whole body is black to shiny.

His throat lit up.

The only regret is that I don't want to eat milk anymore.